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Carina sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the soft base of the bed as she watched Maya pace back and forth between the closet and her ever-faithful clipboard. Her wife was in full organisation mode, hyper-focused, efficient, borderline obsessive but Carina found comfort in it. It was how Maya processed big emotions: through order and preparedness. And this moment, sitting in a room that could soon belong to a child, was nothing if not big.
"We got the five different bedding sets for each room right, right?" Maya asked, flipping to the next page in her notes. "Blue, green, yellow, cream and grey for this room?"
Carina smiled softly, nodding. "All folded in the dresser, bottom drawer. I double-checked it myself already."
Maya let out a small breath. "Perfect. That way whoever comes in, they can pick the one they like. Make it feel like theirs."
The room was warm in a way that made it feel lived in, despite not yet being touched by the life it was meant to hold. It carried the quiet hum of intention of love, preparation, and the silent hope that it would soon be filled with laughter, or even just the soft, content sigh of a child finally feeling safe.
One wall was painted a soft sage green, grounding the room in calmness and serenity. The other three walls were a gentle cream, creating a bright and open feeling during the day, and a cozy sanctuary at night. Hanging on the sage wall were three framed quotes in handwritten calligraphy, each one chosen after long, thoughtful conversations between Maya and Carina:
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
"In this house, we do second chances, hugs, and healing."
"You are loved. You are wanted. You are enough."
The quotes weren't just decoration, they were promises.
Soft furnishings dotted the space: a couple of mismatched throw pillows in calming blues and yellows, a cozy knitted blanket draped over the edge of the bed, and a round, fluffy rug in the center of the room in a warm oatmeal tone, just inviting bare feet to sink into it. The curtains, a soft cotton blend, were a deep forest green with golden specks, catching the light in a way that made them shimmer slightly in the sun. Even the lampshade had been carefully picked, cream fabric with tiny embroidered stars scattered across it, casting little shapes when the light was on.
In one corner sat a small desk, simple white wood, perfectly sized for any age with a neat stack of notebooks, pens in a cup, and a couple of lined journals. Carina had arranged a few age-appropriate books on the shelf above it, everything from picture books to middle-grade stories, some in English, some bilingual. She had hand-picked them from her favorite bookstore, each one chosen for a reason: books about belonging, books about courage, books about love.
Near the dresser, there was a soft woven basket filled with cuddly toys, a tiger, koala bear, elephants, all soft enough to be clutched through the night. It had been Maya's idea that each child could choose one to keep when they left, if they wanted. No expectations, no strings, just something that was wholly theirs. Carina had quietly agreed, her heart full, already imagining the tiny hands that might one day choose one of those toys to hold tight.
On the dressers, neatly organised into shallow baskets, were all the hygiene items they'd been advised to keep on hand: body wash, shampoo, a mix of brushes and combs, toothbrushes, toothpaste, lotion, hair ties, deodorant. Everything in duplicates. Everything inclusive.
Maya moved with quiet purpose, the clipboard still tucked under her arm as she reached the dresser on the left. She pulled open the top drawer, nodding with satisfaction as her eyes skimmed over the neatly folded stacks of soft towels and washcloths. Every piece had been chosen with care, fluffy white towels, a few in gentle pastels, and the small cloths rolled and tied with string, easy for a child to grab when they needed it.
She closed it gently and opened the second dresser, this one on the right side of the room, directly beneath one of the framed quotes. Inside were rows of clear zippered bags, each labeled with a size and age range, from toddler to teenager. Onesies, pajamas, socks, jeans, T-shirts, clothes for boys, girls, and everything in between. Some brand new, some gently used but all washed, folded, and sorted meticulously.
Maya ran her fingers across the top row, a small, fond smile on her lips. She had sorted through these bags at least a dozen times in the last week alone, double-checking sizes, replacing anything she wasn't happy with, even color-coordinating the options just in case. She knew the chances were slim that everything would fit just right, but it gave her a sense of control in a process that often didn't allow for much.
Behind her, Carina leaned against the doorway, watching silently as Maya moved from drawer to drawer, her focus intense but her movements gentle.
"You've checked those drawers three times this week," Carina teased softly, a fond lilt in her voice.
"I know," Maya said without looking back, "but it's not like we'll get a packing list with the call."
She carefully closed the drawer and turned to face her wife, a soft determination in her expression. "I just want them to have something clean. Something that's already here. That says... someone thought about them before they got here."
Maya leaned into Carina's embrace, letting out a quiet sigh as her eyes moved across the room again. Her voice was softer now, steadier but laced with emotion.
"I read that some kids show up with nothing," she said. "Not even a backpack. Just a ripped black trash bag, if that. And sometimes... nothing clean, nothing of their own." She paused, her jaw tightening for a moment before she continued. "I couldn't stand the idea of that happening here."
Carina didn't speak, just squeezed her a little tighter.
Maya turned slightly in her arms, finally meeting her eyes. "I want this to feel like a fresh start, Carina. Whether they're with us for a few hours or a few months... I want them to walk in and feel safe. Cared for. Like someone was ready for them."
She gestured around the room, the sage green accent wall with its calming presence, the cozy cream tones, the desk stocked with journals and colorful pens, the bookshelf lined with stories Carina had carefully picked out. "Even if they can't take everything with them, I want them to take the feeling that they mattered. That someone wanted them here."
Carina smiled softly, her gaze lingering on Maya with a quiet awe. It was hard to believe sometimes that this was the same woman who once insisted she could never be a mom, the same woman who nearly tore her heart apart with that conviction.
But now? Now Maya was the one who had filled every drawer, measured every corner, folded and refolded baby clothes, teen clothes, neutral clothes in every possible size. She was the one who read through endless blogs and foster parent forums, who made charts and checklists and laminated guides for every possible scenario.
She didn't just want this, she thrived in it.
It almost made Carina feel behind. Like somewhere along the way, Maya had found her footing and taken off running, pouring her whole heart into preparing for these kids, each one unknown but already loved in Maya's meticulous way.
"You've thought of everything," Carina said, her voice barely above a whisper as she watched her wife move across the room, adjusting a curtain that didn't need adjusting. "I used to think I'd be the one dragging you into this. But you, Maya, you've built this. Every inch of it."
Maya glanced back at her with a grin. "Well... maybe I just needed time to believe I could be good at it. That I could be enough."
"You already are," Carina murmured. "More than enough."
Maya smiled, her heart full and steady, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to Carina's lips. It wasn't hurried or showy, it was warm and grounding, a quiet thank you for everything they'd built together.
Then, as always, she turned back to her clipboard with laser focus, scanning the final few boxes she'd yet to check off. A small nod of satisfaction followed.
"Okay," she said with a grin, slipping her hand into Carina's. "Now come with me. Your turn."
Carina let herself be guided as Maya led her into the second room they had prepared, another potential safe haven for a child who needed them.
The second room had a quiet, calming charm to it and just as welcoming as the first, but with a slightly softer, more whimsical feel. One wall was painted a gentle sky blue, the color soothing without being overly sweet, while the other three walls remained a warm cream, grounding the space in warmth and comfort.
Delicate quotes were hand-painted above the bed in neat, looping script, one read "You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and loved more than you know." Another, placed just above the desk, said simply, "You matter. Always." Maya had picked the first one, Carina the second. Both felt true.
The soft furnishings had been chosen with just as much care as in the other room: layered throw pillows in muted purples, soft greys, and hints of white sat at the head of the bed, which was made up with a plush comforter in a matching color palette. A cozy, cloud-like rug lay at the foot of the bed, offering warmth underfoot, and sheer curtains with tiny stitched stars filtered the soft afternoon light. The lamp shade in the corner was a subtle pastel with little golden moons scattered across its fabric, casting a warm glow when lit.
Against one wall was a small desk, neat and inviting, with a few pastel notebooks stacked beside a jar of pens and pencils. Next to them, a small pile of beginner reading books and chapter books sat neatly in a little shelf, Carina had spent hours picking each one, balancing comfort stories with adventure, tales of courage with stories of kindness.
In the corner, a soft woven basket was filled with cuddly toys of all shapes and sizes, rabbits, bears, a giraffe with droopy ears, even a unicorn. Each one was gently fluffed and waiting, and just like in the other room, Maya and Carina had agreed: any child who wanted one could take it with them when they left. And if they did, they'd be replaced without hesitation.
Maya gave Carina's hand a gentle squeeze before stepping toward the bed, her clipboard tucked under one arm like always. Her eyes scanned the room one more time, clearly pleased but she still wanted to double-check.
"What about bedding for this one?" she asked, crouching beside the dresser.
Carina, already leaning against the desk with a soft smile, replied without missing a beat. "Five sets, all different colours, lavender, soft grey, sky blue, baby pink and lemon yellow. All folded perfectly in the bottom drawer, just like you asked."
Maya glanced up at her with a playful smirk. "You mean just like you folded perfectly," she said, opening the drawer and running her fingers along the neatly stacked linen. "You know I don't fold like this."
Carina chuckled, brushing invisible dust from the desk. "That's why I did it."
Maya marked a box on her list, then moved to the hygiene basket on top of the dresser. She lifted the lid, checking its contents carefully: shampoo, conditioner, toothbrushes, toothpaste, deodorant, combs, body wash, each item individually wrapped and labeled, suitable for any age or gender.
"Looks good," she murmured, ticking another line before she slid open the top drawer beneath it. Inside were fresh towels and washcloths, all soft, all folded in that same precise Carina-style.
The drawer beneath it held more bags, again each labeled by age range, filled with clean clothes that Maya had sorted, washed, and repacked more times than she could count. Both rooms leaving two drawers to unpack any personal belongings should they choose too. She glanced over her shoulder at Carina.
"I know I'm a little obsessive," she admitted.
Carina walked up behind her and wrapped her arms gently around Maya's waist. "You're thorough," she corrected softly. "And some kid is going to walk in here and know, instantly, that someone cared enough to think of everything."
Maya leaned back into her, taking a quiet breath. "That's the plan."
Maya nodded, a quiet sense of pride settling over her as she glanced between the two rooms. Everything was just as she had envisioned, soft, welcoming, thoughtful. It wasn't about perfection; it was about care, intention. Each room felt like it could hold space for someone's story, no matter how temporary their stay might be.
"Okay," she said, tucking the clipboard under her arm again. "Spare room."
They moved together across the hall to the spare bedroom, less decorated, more practical, but just as important. Maya opened the double-door cupboard tucked into the corner and gestured toward it. Inside were shelves of extra supplies: a few duffle bags, backpacks, and small suitcases in a variety of colors and styles. There were shoes in all sizes, a couple of booster seats, a baby carrier, and even a folded stroller tucked neatly in the corner.
"Alright, let's go through it," Maya said, handing the clipboard to Carina with a smile. "You read, I check."
Carina took the clipboard, her finger trailing down the neatly printed list. "Okay... backpacks?"
"Got 'em. Four, all different," Maya said, tugging them out slightly to show her.
"Duffle bags?"
"Three. Plus one suitcase."
Carina checked them off. "Shoes?"
Maya knelt to the bottom shelf and opened a bin. "Size toddler to adult, check."
Carina's brow rose with a hint of amusement. "Booster seats?"
"Two. And the baby carrier's right there," Maya said, tapping the padded straps of the carrier hooked onto the inside door.
"Stroller?"
Maya pulled it out slightly to show it was still in perfect condition. "Ready to go."
Carina ticked off the final boxes and looked up from the clipboard with a small, proud smile.
"Next page," Maya said, nodding toward the clipboard in Carina's hands.
Carina flipped the sheet and her eyebrows lifted slightly. "You made another list?"
Maya grinned. "Of course I did. That cupboard's not just about essentials, it's about giving them something to do, something fun. It's all there on the shelves. Can you read it off?"
Carina smiled softly and scanned the new page. "Okay... board games?"
"Top shelf," Maya said, gesturing. "A mix of classics and newer stuff—some for little kids, some for older ones. Even got one of those giant floor puzzles.",
"Coloring books and pencils?"
"Middle shelf in the bin labeled Creatives," Maya said proudly. "Crayons, pencils, washable markers, sorted by age too."
"Paints?"
"Non-toxic and water-based only," Maya said quickly, pointing to a sealed container. "Brushes, palettes, and aprons. Stored in a plastic bin so we can keep things clean."
Carina chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Books?"
"Sorted by age and genre," Maya said. "Small books, chapter books, even a few graphic novels. You picked most of them, remember?"
"I did," Carina said with a warm smile, tapping her pen against the paper. "Okay... music?"
"Bluetooth speaker, kid-friendly playlists saved on it," Maya said. "Plus a few kid instruments like shakers, a mini keyboard, and a ukulele."
Carina looked up, amused. "You bought a ukulele?"
Maya shrugged with a smirk. "You never know when a kid might be a musical prodigy."
Carina laughed and continued down the list. "Garden toys?"
"Side cupboard," Maya said. "Jump ropes, chalk, soccer ball, bubble wands, and a fold-out goal net."
"Toys for different ages?"
"Yep. Stuffed animals, puzzles, dolls, building blocks, cars, pretend kitchen stuff and It's all on the bottom shelf by age group."
Carina paused at the end of the list, her voice softer. "You really thought of everything."
Maya led Carina into the kitchen, her gaze immediately falling to the pantry. She opened the door, revealing the organised chaos of snacks and food she had carefully curated. "I cleared a whole shelf just for non-perishables," she said, sounding proud but a little exhausted. "I wasn't sure what they'd like or if they'd even trust a homemade meal, so I wanted to make sure we had options."
Carina peered inside, her eyes softening. "I see mac and cheese," she said with a small laugh, recognizing the familiar yellow boxes. "A classic."
"Yeah, I've got that and a few others," Maya said, pulling out a box to show Carina. "Boxed pasta, instant oatmeal, granola bars, fruit cups, peanut butter crackers... I went through one of those fostering forums and made sure everything's child-friendly. I don't want anyone to feel like they can't eat anything."
Carina nodded, impressed. "You're amazing."
Maya smiled, a little self-conscious. "I just want them to feel like they're in control of something. If they're coming into a new environment, it's not just about what we want them to have. It's about what they need to feel safe."
Carina smiled at the pantry shelf, running her hand along the boxes. "It's perfect," she said softly. "Even if they're only here for a short while, they'll have everything they need. You really are ready for anything."
Maya turned to face her, her eyes softening as she met Carina's gaze. "I want to give them something more than just a room to sleep in, Carina. I want them to feel like they matter."
Carina stepped closer, cupping Maya's cheek gently. "They'll feel it, I'm sure of it." She leaned in to kiss her, and for a moment, the quiet hum of the kitchen surrounded them, a peaceful pause before everything would change.
After a few seconds, Maya pulled away reluctantly. "Okay, back to the list," she said, trying to keep the mood light. "We've got the snacks. Now I need to make sure we've got everything for meals. I've got a few quick meal ideas, mac and cheese, pasta, and rice, things we can make in a hurry. But also some ingredients for slower meals. If they start trusting us with food, I want to be ready."
Carina raised an eyebrow. "I'm the chef here, not you."
Maya grinned. "Yeah, but I'm good at cutting vegetables. You're more about putting things together."
Carina laughed, reaching for a few bags of pasta on the shelf ready to prepare dinner for that evening. "I'll take that as a compliment." She set the pasta down and looked around the kitchen. "I think we're really ready for this. It's going to be good. Whoever comes through that door, we'll make it work."
Maya nodded, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and excitement. "We will. Together."
With a glance toward the pantry, Carina gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "They'll be lucky to have you," she said softly.
Carina ran her fingers along the edge of the counter, her brows knitting with quiet anticipation. "Do you think we're actually ready?" she asked, voice lower, more fragile.
Maya stopped pacing. She glanced over at her wife, then crossed the room to stand beside her, the clipboard now forgotten. "Honestly? I don't know," she admitted, gently nudging Carina's knee with hers. "But we've done everything they asked of us. We've made this space feel safe and welcoming. We've talked through the hard stuff. And we're doing this together."
Carina leaned her head against Maya's shoulder, exhaling slowly. "I'm scared," she whispered.
"I know," Maya said, wrapping an arm around her. "Me too."
The silence between them was tender, thoughtful. And then Maya gave a half-smile. "But if we can survive firehouse drama, my parents, and multiple rounds of IVF and three losses... I think we can handle this."
Carina let out a soft laugh, one hand absently resting over her stomach. "I don't think anything could've prepared me more than watching you go toe-to-toe with a licensing caseworker."
Maya grinned. "I just wanted to make sure they knew we were serious."
"They know," Carina said softly. "Everyone knows."
"From today, we could get a call at any moment," she murmured.
Carina nodded slowly. "And when it comes, we'll be ready. Scared... but ready."
Maya smiled softly, grateful for the moment of calm they shared, the quiet before the storm. She grabbed a knife, carefully chopping bell peppers, zucchini, and onions. The rhythmic sound of the blade against the cutting board felt comforting, grounding her in the present moment.
Carina stood at the stove, stirring the simmering tomato sauce. She hummed quietly to herself, a soft Italian melody that had become familiar to Maya over the years. Her movements were fluid, confident, everything Carina did in the kitchen was with a certain grace. Maya always admired how effortlessly Carina could make even the simplest of meals feel special.
"How's it going over there?" Maya asked, glancing up from her chopping.
"Almost done," Carina replied, not taking her eyes off the sauce as she stirred it. "Just need a little more time to thicken. You know, sometimes I think the longer it simmers, the better it gets."
Maya chuckled, "I think you're right." She set down her knife, walking over to the stove. She reached for the basil sitting in a small bowl on the counter, tearing a few leaves into the sauce. "Smells amazing," she said softly, her voice a mixture of appreciation and affection.
Carina smiled, her eyes lighting up when she looked at Maya. "You always say that, but you haven't even tried it yet."
Maya shrugged, teasing, "I don't need to try it. I know it'll be great."
"You're right." Carina's voice dropped just a little, becoming softer. "It's... easy to make things good when I have you with me."
Maya felt her heart flutter, the warmth of Carina's words melting any lingering tension she'd carried throughout the day. She reached across the counter, brushing her fingers gently against Carina's hand. "I feel the same way."
There was a quiet pause, the only sound between them the bubbling sauce and the occasional sizzle of vegetables on the pan.
Carina finished stirring, turning off the heat. She reached for a serving spoon, offering it to Maya. "Taste it."
Maya hesitated, raising an eyebrow. "I thought I wasn't allowed to be the judge before you've even plated it."
Carina gave her a playful, almost conspiratorial smile. "Trust me."
Maya rolled her eyes but took the spoon, dipping it into the sauce before bringing it to her lips. She savored the rich, deep flavors for a moment before nodding, giving Carina a satisfied smile. "Alright, alright. It's perfect."
Carina grinned, clearly pleased. "I knew it."
Maya leaned in, her voice quiet but warm. "Everything you do is perfect. And everything we're building... it feels right."
Carina's expression softened. She set the spoon down, moving closer to Maya. "I'm scared, you know," she confessed, her voice low. "Scared about what this all means, scared about whether we'll be good enough."
Maya placed a hand on Carina's cheek, tilting her head slightly so their gazes locked. "We'll be more than good enough. We have each other, and we have a home filled with love. That's what matters."
Carina sighed, leaning into Maya's touch. "I know. But the unknown... it's always there. What if we're not ready for the challenges ahead?"
Maya smiled softly, brushing a strand of Carina's hair behind her ear. "We are. We're ready. And whatever comes, we'll face it together, just like we always do."
There was a brief moment of silence between them, the unspoken weight of the future hanging in the air. But in that moment, it didn't matter. What mattered was the present, this kitchen, this life they were building together.
Carina kissed Maya's forehead, a quiet affirmation of the trust and love they shared. "Thank you," she whispered.
Maya smiled, pulling her close. "No need to thank me. We're in this together."
The only sound was the gentle hum of the stove. And then, without warning, the quiet was broken by the phone vibrating on the counter. Both Maya and Carina froze, their eyes locking across the room.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Maya's hand hovered over the stove as she glanced at Carina, her breath catching in her throat. Carina's gaze didn't leave her, eyes wide, a flicker of something, hope? Fear? flashing across her features. They were both thinking it: Could this be the call?
Maya swallowed, the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest. She reached for her phone slowly, her fingers trembling as she picked it up. The name on the screen was familiar, but Maya could only wonder if it hasn't been.
Maya glanced at Carina, giving her a small, understanding smile before swiping to answer the call. She could feel the tension in the air, both of them anticipating the call that would change everything.
"Hey, Andy," Maya answered, her voice steady, though a little of the excitement still lingered in her tone at what could have been. She gave Carina a glance, half-expecting her to be holding her breath as well.
"Hey, Maya," Andy's voice came through the phone, sounding like she was juggling something in the background. "So, I just wanted to check in, make sure everything's good at your end? You're not panicking too much?"
Maya glanced at Carina again, her hand squeezing Carina's briefly as reassurance. "Yeah, everything's ready. We've got both rooms set up, the pantry stocked. We're ready for whatever comes. It feels... real now."
"Good, good. Just wanted to make sure," Andy replied. "You guys know how this goes, sometimes it can take a while, sometimes not. The call could come at any hour, but it's good to be ready. You guys are going to do great."
Maya nodded, a soft chuckle escaping her. "I know. We're just... both a little anxious, I guess."
"Totally get it," Andy's voice softened, almost like he was trying to comfort her. "You're not alone in this. You two are amazing, and I know you'll be just what these kids need."
Maya smiled, her heart warm at her words. "Thanks, Andy. I think we'll be alright."
Carina took a step closer, holding her breath as Maya spoke, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. Still early. A quiet hope flickered in her chest that the call might come soon, but she didn't want to get ahead of herself. She was still adjusting to this new reality.
"Okay, then," Andy said, breaking through Carina's thoughts. "I'll let you both get back to it. Just wanted to check in and let you know we are all thinking about you".
"Thanks, Andy," Maya said, a relieved breath escaping her as she ended the call. She put the phone down on the table between them and met Carina's gaze again.
"Well, no call yet," Maya said softly, almost apologetically.
Carina nodded, forcing a smile. "It's okay. We knew it might not happen today."
Maya stood up, walking over to Carina and wrapping her arms around her waist. "It will. Whenever it is, we'll be ready. We've built this together."
Carina melted into her, resting her cheek on Maya's shoulder. "I know we are. I just... I think I'm more nervous than I thought."
Maya pulled back slightly to look at her, her hands framing Carina's face gently. "Hey, it's okay to be nervous. We're doing something huge, something we've never done before. But we'll do it together. And that's what matters most."
Carina's lips parted, about to speak, but instead, she leaned in and kissed Maya, letting the quiet, tender moment settle between them. The silence was a comfort after months of preparation, of planning, of nerves, it was finally happening.
Not even two minutes passed before it buzzed again.
This time, both of them looked down instantly.
Maya's breath hitched. "Sarah."
Carina's lips parted. "The social worker?"
Maya turned the screen toward her wife, her hand trembling slightly. "It's Sarah."
Carina's stomach dropped. She gulped, nodding slowly. "Answer it."
Maya swiped to accept and brought the phone between them putting it on speaker as Carina stepped closer.
"Hi, Sarah," Maya said, her voice steady despite the rising thump in her chest.
"Hi, Maya. I know it's sudden, but I have an emergency placement I'm hoping you can take today."
Maya's eyes widened and flicked to Carina's. Carina clutched the edge of the counter.
"Two siblings," Sarah continued. "A girl, age 8, and a boy, age 10. Their parents were in a car accident this morning and there's no next of kin available right now. It's temporary, just a few days until we figure things out. I don't have a lot of details yet. Not even their names."
Maya swallowed hard. "Are they okay? I mean... physically?"
"No injuries," Sarah confirmed. "But they're shaken up. Scared. And they don't have anything with them. No bags, no clothes, nothing. I know you just got licensed, but you're on our emergency list and I immediately thought of you two. I think your home would be the right place for them tonight."
Carina reached for Maya's hand and nodded, giving a small squeeze as if to say we've got this.
Maya didn't hesitate. "Yes. Of course. We'll take them."
Sarah exhaled with audible relief. "Thank you. I'll have the on call team bring them over. They should be with you within the hour. I'll send over whatever information I get as soon as it comes through."
"Okay," Maya said, already flipping back through her clipboard with her free hand. "We'll be ready."
The call ended, and the phone slipped from Maya's hand onto the counter with a soft thud.
The two of them stood in silence.
Carina was the first to speak. "They're coming. Today."
Maya nodded, her voice thick with emotion. "A brother and sister. No bags. No idea what they even like. No names."
"But they'll have us," Carina whispered.
Maya looked up, her eyes glassy. "They'll have us."